At Least A Million More

Chapter 14

(Kenny)

"Bubba why are they in the same bed?" I heard a little boy ask.

"Because they're best friends." Dylan laughs, shuffling around the room.

"This ones really pretty." A girl says from in front of me. I scoot back until I touched Raylen.

"Yeah, but this ones hot." Another girl says from Raylen's side of the bed.

"Ok, stop talking about my friends like that creepers. Shoo!" Dylan laughs. I hear whining before the door closes. I sit up.

"Was I just examined by your siblings?" I ask Dylan, running my hand through my hair.

"Pretty much!" Dylan laughs, shaking Raylen slightly.

"I've decided to grow my hair back!" Raylen exclaims, sitting up and bumping foreheads with Dylan. "Shi-" A little girl sticks her head through the door. "Shirley." Raylen finishes.

"Are you drunk?! You can't grow your hair back!" Dylan exclaims, rubbing his forehead.

I snort. "Shirley? That's the best you can come up with?" I laugh, climbing out of the bed.

"I suggest putting a shirt on before you walk outside." Dylan says, tossing me one of his.

"Why?" I ask, not putting it on as I walk through the door, Raylen and Dylan right behind me.

"That's why." Dylan says, pointing at three teenage girls sitting in the living room.

"Oh, um hi." I say, awkwardly waving at them.

"Hi! I'm Miley!" A brunette laughs, jumping up. She's wearing cut off jeans and one of those T-shirts that have the sleeves cut off and is ripped down the sides, showing off her camo sports bra.

Now don't get me wrong, she's a very hot girl! And if Dylan wasn't her brother I'd bang her. I may be gay, but if you're sexy I'll fuck you. That one time when I didn't have sex for a while I almost did it with my last foster mother. That's just ew, I don't even want to think about it.

I couldn't look at her for a long time so I went to my social worker and told her my foster mom came onto me. . . It wasn't a lie because she actually did, I just let her do it for a few minutes.

"Kenneth Shay." I say, flashing my white teeth as I shake her hand.

"Watch it Kenny." Dylan growls.

"Calm your tits Dill Pickle, I'm just being friendly!" I say, rolling my eyes.

"I'm Taylor!" Another brunette says, walking toward me. Taylor's wearing booty shorts with a tank top.

"Taylor! Where are your clothes?!" Dylan exclaims, throwing a blanket around her. She rolls her eyes and tosses the blanket on the floor.

"I'm fifteen! I can wear what I want! Especially in my own house." Taylor says, turning back to me.

"I'm Kenneth Shay, nice to meet you Taylor." I say. She grins at me before skipping away. I turn back to Raylen and Dylan and flash them a smile.

"You're an idiot." Raylen says, not even blinking. I pout and walk up to him.

"I'm not really an idiot am I Ray?" I ask, leaning on my tiptoes. He blushes and starts leaning down to kiss me.

"None of that!" Dylan warns, pushing us away from each other by our foreheads. I pout and jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"What about this?" I ask, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Kenny, you're asking to die aren't you?" Dylan laughs, trying to get me off of him. I cling tighter, causing our manly areas to rub against each other.